When I entered high school, our gym teacher, Miss Preston, made sure that all of us showered after each gym session. And she would stand in the shower area and watch all of us showering while she idly twirled her short blonde hair in her fingers. None of us at the time thought anything of her watching us. We were too busy watching each other. As for myself, I was fascinated by all of the beautiful bodies. I just wanted to suck on every girl's cunt and tits there.
I took gym for my entire four years in high school. It wasn't a requirement, but it was strongly suggested.
My gym class was at the end of the day, and this particular class was so scheduled for the senior girls, most of whom were eighteen, myself included.
Because it was at the end of the day, I never hurried to finish my showers, and Miss Preston never rushed me. Our dressing area was located across from a very large mirror, and I often would pose in front of it nude and rub my tits. If no one else was there, and if Miss Preston was not around, I would sometimes finger-fuck myself.
One afternoon, when the other girls had left, I had just stepped out of the shower and was toweling myself dry. I was terribly horny that day, and I began to finger-fuck myself in front of the big mirror. I got carried away and jammed two fingers of my left hand into my cunt while I diddled my clit with the fingers of my right hand. I was really getting off, and the image of my enjoyment in the mirror brought me to a crashing orgasm. I moaned long and loudly.
At that time Miss Preston came out of her office and called me in. She was dressed in a terry-cloth robe. I had hoped she hadn't seen me doing myself. I told her I would after I got dressed, but she smiled and said, "You're fine. Come on in. We're just us girls."
When I entered, she was sitting in a large, long sofa which was located against the opposite wall from her desk. Miss Preston was young, and she was beautiful. All of the girls loved her. She was fair, polite, and easy-going. We could talk with her, and she never talked down to us.
She motioned me to sit next to her. As I did, I looked up and gasped audibly. I was looking out of a large window into the dressing area! I was horrified.
I started to protest. "Miss Preston, oh, my god, I . . ."
She put her arm around my shoulders to hug me. "Relax, honey, I use that to watch you girls in case something happens. It's just a safety measure. We don't use it to spy on you." She squeezed my shoulder tenderly. Then she removed her robe and revealed her nakedness. "May I hug you?" she asked.
I was nervous and not sure how to respond to her request. After all, she was my teacher! But I did like her very much.
"Yes, I . . . um . . . guess so," I replied diffidently.
We hugged each other tightly, and I was intoxicated by her fragrance.
"You smell nice," was all I could mutter. Keep in mind, I was stark naked, and my nipples started to harden.
"You smell sweet, too," she whispered into my ear. Her warm breath in my ear was giving me shivers.
"I just happened to see you getting yourself off, and you got me hot. May I make love to you?"